The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Fourteen

George opened his eyes with sleep still creeping on them, but for some reason he couldn't sleep anymore.

He was now wide awake with his eyes staring against the same bland grey ceiling again that he'd seen one too many times already.

He couldn't help but think that this is what he always had deserved and that when anything seemed to go remotely good for him, it was always temporary.

Reaching out for his phone from the table next to him in an attempt to text Dream to tell him that he is okay and well, which is a lie.

He wasn't okay at all, but there was nothing he could do either.

Otherwise it would've meant that his own friend would be the next victim of the person that was sleeping so innocently next to him.

As he scrolls he opens his text messages with Dream, his jaw dropping as he sees that Ashley had gotten in his phone somehow.

He swore that he had changed his password a long time ago. Was it that predictable?

Frustration leaving his body in shivers once again, not knowing if he should text him or not.

Typing away many different kinds of responses yet deleting each one of them right after.

He felt so weak at this moment, he knew the blonde would understand the situation, but he didn't know how he could tell him this without the girl next to him noticing or making a scene.

Dream

11:34pm

Hope you'll have fun, though we could grab food tomorrow morning if you're up to it?

seen 11:37pm

George

9:35am

I would love to. Meet me at the cafe we went to first day you were here, at 11.

After that he quickly grabbed a spare pair of sweats and a shirt from his lightly packed backpack while making his way towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Turning on the shower, making sure the water is hot enough to get him to relax more.

Getting in and feeling the water is still not hot enough for him, he slowly turns the heat up until the whole bathroom is steamy and the water is making his skin itchier every second it gets hotter.

It was a little painful, but not painful enough to make him forget his emotions that were crushing his insides recently.

Turning the heat up once more until he realised that he can't anymore, it was at the hottest it could be.

The water was hitting his skin like he would accidentally pour boiling hot water on his hand, but this was constant, it hurt finally.

No tear rolled from his deep brown eyes, until seconds after his skin was a deeper shade of red.

He quickly turned the water back to normal as he took a second to breathe, a few more tears rolling down his eyes.

It hurt so much more when he got out of the shower, feeling like a millions of stings all over his body.

Was that how much pain he felt inside him?

As he slowly changed into his fresh clothes he had picked up, a knock on the door startled him.

''Georgie?'' the all too familiar female voice calls from the other side of the door.

He hated being called like that.